User blog comment:Segalia/Great Power/@comment-32303-20120905165608

''Kriasha Longfang rises from a makeshift campsite at the edge of the path and stares up into the sky, checking the position of the sun. It's right overhead. She grits her teeth, talking to herself as she checks her weapons, making sure the blades are sharp and ready for use. "High noon. Ah've go' tae fin' reinforcements. . ." ''

''The general deliberately buries the ashes of a cooking fire and scatters the stones. When Kriasha leaves the site and continues east, the only sign she was ever there is a shallow pawprint in the ground.''

"Ah heard aboot Redwall Abbey, but ah dinnae ken how they'd react t' seein' a wolverine at their gates cause they've had vermin attacks afore. . . ef ah surrender mah weapons an' talk tae 'em ootside, they might listen an' be willin' tae help."